0 comments/ 11563 views/ 1 favorites Dream Lovers By: NaughtyNinaVT My first story! Should I write more? Tell me! I'm stretched out on my bed, fast asleep in the dead of night. The summer breezes are cool and refreshing this eve, and so I am lying on top of the covers, clad only in dark maroon panties and an oversized nightshirt. Ensconced in my dreams, I am dead to the world, alive in the fantasies running through my mind. You walk into the dimly lit room and are immediately aroused, my prone and scantily-clad form exciting you as you slowly approach the bed. You stand over me and simply watch as a silently shift amongst the bedding, my breath deep and relaxed as my head rolls gently towards you. For a moment you think that your entrance has awoken me, but it becomes obvious to you that I am still fast asleep. I seem to be having an intense dream, as I move around every minute or so, as if reacting to events transpiring within. You watch with growing fascination as one of my hands reached up and clutches at my breast, squeezing it through the night shirt momentarily before falling back at my side. It is now that you notice my erect nipples poking through the fabric, and you conclude that I must be in the throes of an erotic dream. This excites you even more, and you feel yourself becoming hard as you watch me go through me subtle motions, my dream world bleeding into the physical realms. Deciding that there is no chance of me waking, you undo your pants and release your growing erection, rubbing it to attention as you stare transfixed at my actions. Occasionally a brief groan leaves my throat as my head rolls back and forth, my lips attempting to mouth words that my mind is saying elsewhere. You watch my mouth as you stroke your erection, obsessing on my full lips as they part and curl, occasionally grinning or going slack with what you interpret as desire. I lick my lips and sigh dreamily, and that is when you decide to become a part of the dream. Leaning carefully over the bed, you take your stiff penis and hold it close to my face, allowing its presence to be known. The musky smell of your aroused sex assaults my nose, and expression belies my newfound desire. You bring it closer now, brushing the head ever so lightly against my lips, grazing them delicately. You do this repeatedly, teasing my mouth with brief glimpses of the silky smoothness of your manhood. My mouth begins searching for its tormentor, lips parting, tongue pink and moist as it gingerly probes the air. You let my searching tongue make contact for a moment, and my body visibly shudders at the realization of its goal. You are unable to resist any longer, and so you gently place it full on my lips, allowing it to the rest there as they eagerly part in response to its presence. My mouth accepts it, drawing it inside, moistening the head as it explores its ridges, drinking in the salty sweet taste of your precum. My dream state a blur of sexual desires and images, my body begins to stretch and arch, as you carefully feed your rigid cock into my hungry mouth an inch at a time. I greedily devour it, my lips wrapping around it as my tongue runs along underneath as my mouth attempts to take it all, unwilling to let any of it go to waste. As my dreams become more fevered, so does my sucking, and my head starts to bob slightly in earnest. You respond to this is to help me, and you start moving your cock in and out of my mouth, fucking my face as I suck and lick feverishly. You hold at for as long as you can, enjoying the feel of my moist and silky mouth as it takes you eagerly, but the sensations combined with the erotic situation prove to be too much for your will power. When you finally climaxes, I swallow your hot load willingly, guzzling it down silently as my body writhes in ecstasy, on fire with lust. I suck your cock dry, drinking deep your love juices, almost moaning with regret when you finally remove your waning erection from my mouth, leaving me alone and lost in the uncharted territories of my erotic dream world. You leave as silently as you entered, spent and satisfied, still overcome with the intensity of the moment. It is an encounter you will never forget. When I awake the following morning, I remember nothing of our mutual episode, or of the dreams that accompanied it. All I can recall is the feeling of true release, of a sexual experience beyond my comprehension, yet I am content and fulfilled none the less, having unknowingly satisfied my hungers on so many levels. Dream Lovers Sarah closed her eyes, laying perfectly still, breathing deeply. She did not want to drift off but she was so tired, so exhausted it was hard to focus on staying awake. It was almost as if she knew what was going to happen the minute she dozed off and her mind began to allow her to dream again. And although they were immensely pleasurable dreams, they were disturbing nonetheless and in the morning her body would ache from her actions in those dreams. Sarah realized her dreaming sequences at night for the past two months were related directly to stress. A new job, a new state, new apartment, everything surrounding her was strange to her and she was having a hard time coping with the change. Going from a small rural town in Kentucky to a megacity like Houston, Texas would cause anybody to go through some stress related actions. She had made new friends, new acquaintances and twice she had encountered two men who seemed to be interested in her only to discover their true interest. Her body. Her five feet, six inch frame held more curves than some of the old county roads where she had grown up. Perfectly round and ample breasts accentuated her upper body flowing down to an almost tiny waistline, her hips slightly flaring and back down to uniformly shaped legs. Her long flowing blond hair, usually kept in a tight bun during the day, released only when she got on the elevator to come home, hang down nearly to her tight butt and glimmered like spun gold. Her face was almost angelic, with liquid blue eyes, a small, slightly turned up nose and full pouting lips, her skin an alabaster white, creamy, delicate and soft. Sarah Turner was an incredibly beautiful woman and men were going to be attracted to her, she knew that. What drove them absolutely insane however, was the fact that Sarah was not the typical curvaceous young woman they usually met. She was shy and sometimes withdrawn to the point they sometimes thought her a snob. The two men that she thought might be interested in her had both stormed away when she declined to have sex with them and although her body screamed with silent desire, she had chosen not to just hop in the sack with just anybody. If she took on a lover, she had decided after a seriously rough breakup with Todd when she was in Kentucky, he was going to have to be someone incredibly special. No more just relying on the fact that he would be fantastic in bed, she had vowed. And she grimaced with the fact that she now knew that had been the only thing that had held Todd and herself together for nearly four years. Sarah's new lover slash boyfriend was going to have to be different, he would have to talk to her, share her interests and she his. He would have to want to have fun other than just a good romp in the hay and this time, Sarah had vowed, she wanted someone who was mysterious and dark. He would have to have dark colored hair, dark eyes that she could disappear inside their depth. Sarah sighed softly, she was asking for too much, that much she knew, that was why she was having these dreams of hers. And even as she thought of the dreams, her body started to react. Her mind had created that perfect man for her but he only came in her dreams and the only talking they would do would be with their bodies except when she heard him call her name just before her dreaming, hazy mind could focus upon him moving across the room to her. No sooner had she begun to think about her dreams than she had dozed off and they began again, always the same, always with the same results. "Sarah..." She heard the soft whisper of her name and her lips parted in a smile. He was coming again for her, she could feel the slight electrical charge heating up her body inside and soon it would ignite. Her dream lover would be the only way to put out her flame. She felt the dampness between her legs just with a simple calling of her name, her body readying itself for what they would do in the dream. "Sarah..." He called to her again and her eyes slowly fluttered open, seeing him standing now at the foot of her bed, smiling seductively, his perfectly even white teeth showing past luxuriously rich and full lips. Lips that could make her scream out in torturous delight or melt like hot butter when they touched her. He moved around the bed and slowly pulled the covering from her body, his smoldering gaze moving over every inch of her flesh as he exposed her nudity beneath. His eyes flashed with fire as she automatically parted her thighs, inviting him between them. And then he was beside her, his dark clothing removed almost magically as he stretched out his incredibly muscled form beside her smaller frame. The heat of his body searing against hers as he held her gaze and when his hand moved over her belly, his fingertip tracing the outline of her navel, Sarah sucked in a breath at the sensation. Her pussy excreted her heavy lubrication for him, knowing how large he was, how incredibly filling he could be when he entered her and she would be ready. His hand moved up to one of her breasts, cupping it in his palm, his thumb raking over the hardening nipple. Sarah moaned in pleasure when she felt his hot breath close to her flesh. Straining upward, silently begging him to put his mouth over her quivering mound, Sarah gasped in rapture as his tongue flicked over her dusty pink nipple, making it even harder, extruding it further from the mound and he suckled deeply while his hand moved to the other side. He was sucking so hard it was nearly painful but in an erotic painful way as she attempted to press upward, wanting to put one solid orb into his mouth yet knowing it was not possible. Her pussy was dripping now, she could feel the liquid slipping from inside her, following the trail that led to her anal opening. Sarah knew he could smell her desire, his body shook slightly with a laugh when he pulled in a deep breath. "Please, tell me your name this time." She begged huskily and his head lifted slightly and Sarah could feel those dark eyes burning into her and those incredible lips parted into a crooked smile. "What would you have it be, Sarah?" He ask, speaking for the first time in two months and her mouth dropped open at the sound of his voice. Deep, rich, enveloping her almost like a warm, velvet blanket on a cold night. "Michael..." She breathed on a sigh. "Then I am Michael." He whispered causing goose bumps to rise on her skin as he lowered his head again, shifting over to the other mound on her chest, giving it the same treatment as he had the other. When he had her tits rock hard and aching for more, his leaned up, propping up his dark head with his hand, staring down at her with interest. His free hand moved from her breasts to her abdomen, again, a fingertip circling around her navel, her muscles quivered beneath his touch and then slowly, seductively his hand began to move downward, slipping between her thighs, feeling her heavy moisture. Sarah arched her hips, thrusting her pussy into his hand, seeping heavily in lust. His finger slipped between her female folds, enflamed with passion now to retrieve some of her lubrication, moving it up and down against her slit, pressing against her swollen clit. Moaning over and over again with pleasure, Sarah began undulating against his hand, wanting him to shove a finger deeply inside her, to stop the flame that was building igher and higher inside her. "Please..." She begged breathlessly as he continued to torment her clit with his finger and then teased at her hole, the tip of his finger pressing slightly inside only to be pulled away again and again each time, feeling her secret more of her female juices until her entire pussy was completely saturated, her once bushy pubic hair now plastered against her skin. With Sarah upon her back still, him to his side, he grasp her leg, pulling it up and over his muscular thigh and coming back, touching her again and deciding there was still not enough room. He pushed against her other leg, silently asking her to spread it wider and she obeyed. The hand came back, massing her screaming folds, feeling her heat rising with each movement of his hand upon her. Sarah groaned in complete bliss as at last he drove one large finger inside her, almost causing her to cum instantly yet pulling back slightly when he felt her tighten. He gave her a good finger-fuck, driving his hand up roughly and then pulling back again and again, his arm holding her jerking leg against his thigh. "Michael, please, fuck me..." She begged, her breathing coming in pants now but obviously that was not his intent this time. He removed his hand and Sarah's eyes opened when she felt him move from her side. She though perhaps her request had upset him but as she saw him, her heart nearly stopped in her chest. "I've never..." She started to tell him as he positioned himself between her legs, grabbing onto each one and shoving them up, her knees pressing against her tits. Those dark eyes flashed his fire again and she could see his dark head lowering, inhaling deeply of her lustful scent. Sarah screamed out in complete shock and elation when his mouth opened over her, his tongue flicking over her opening and her hips shot upward. She had never felt anything like that in her life as currents of electricity shot from her pussy to her brain. Again and again he licked at her, staring with his tongue flat, pulling up over her hole, between her folds and over her bulging clit, feeling her shudder each time. He then pressed her legs to her sides, opening her even wider and his mouth then worked exclusively on her clip, sucking, pushing with his tongue, moving it up, down, and from side to side, using his teeth and lips to pull it out from her body. Sarah was a bouncing mass of hot flesh and bones beneath him and when he rolled his tongue into a stiff spear and drove it inside her, she screamed out as an explosion rocked through her. Her body tensed painfully as she felt the muscles inside her pussy working, pushing out the heavy cream of her orgasm as his tongue now moved around inside her, scraping out every last drop of her hot spent passion. And then he was moving again, sliding his body up her own, Sarah could feel this throbbing cock moving up her leg and then dropping heavily between them, feeling the pulsation of the blood pumping through it. She was almost purring beneath him as she lifted her arms to encircle his neck, pulling his head down so she could kiss him. His lips feathered across her own and she could smell her own desire on him, igniting yet another fire inside her. Something inside her almost snapped as she pulled his head down roughly, locking her lips onto his, driving her tongue inside his mouth until he was giving just as good as he got from her. Her lust was out of control and both of them knew it. Sarah's hands moved now, up and down the incredible width of his shoulders, feeling his muscles ripple beneath her palms, feeling almost as tight as that large, pulsating rod laying now against her belly, driving against her skin. She could feel the blood pumping through it, throbbing with every beat of his heart and it was huge, larger than she first thought and she wanted it, now. Her hands moved on down his back to his lean waist and powerful hips, cupping his ass, gripping tightly before traveling around. As they ravaged each other's mouths, her hands asked him to lift his hips so that she could hold him and he did as her hand circled that burning steel rod, gasping slightly at the size now and knowing that soon he was going to ram it inside her. Sarah suddenly had the urge to have it in her mouth, never doing such a thing before but that feeling, that heavy vibration in her hand was driving her insane. Her free hand came up, pressing against his shoulder and he shifted off her as if sensing what she was asking of him. Their lips unlocked and with more bravado than she had ever experienced before, she pushed him onto his back, their eyes staring at one another. Those dark eyes flashed again as though he were reading her mind and Sarah smiled at him gently, already beginning to lower her body, slipping down, her breasts raking through that heavy dusting of hair on his chest, exciting her nipples again. As she moved down, her lips trailed wet kisses over his flesh, her tongue dipping into his navel, teasing him just as he had teased her, hearing him suck in a deep breath. She took his rocket into her hand again, once more marveling at the size of it as it pulsated in her grip. Sarah glanced up quickly, checking his reaction to what she was going to do and again, those black eyes flashed back at her. Closing her eyes, Sarah lowered her head and opened her mouth, instinctively guiding the bulbous head between her lips. She groaned as soon as she had him inside, feeling the texture, soft but hard and she could taste his skin, salty but sweeter than anything she had ever put in her mouth. Sarah used her tongue, wrapping it around his circumference, pulling up and slipping back down, feeling the rippling moving through him as he enjoyed what she was doing. She positioned her head to where she could take him deeper into her mouth, feeling him hit the back of her throat yet knowing she only had three quarters of his length inside. Almost gagging but determined, Sarah drove down, the thick head sliding past her tonsils, swallowing the gag reflex and felt him lift his hips slightly as the muscles in the back of her throat worked around him. Suddenly filled with an abundance of bravado and insane lust, she moved her head, letting him slide in and out of the back of her throat until his hips began undulating with her, literally fucking her mouth. Sarah had never experienced such a sensation as feeling his dick sliding in and out of her mouth before. She was enjoying this just as much as he was, knowing that what she was doing was driving him just as mad as he had driven her. She gave a startled gasp when his large hand went to the back of her head, shoving her down around him as his hips thrust upward, driving him deeply down the back of her throat and in the next second she felt the hot cum of his spent passion bursting from his tip. Sarah was completely surprised that she did not gag or spit as the hot semen filled her mouth, finding the taste highly erotic as she swallowed, enjoying the taste of his secret immensely. Yet she felt almost saddened that this massive dick wasn't between her legs when he lost his wad. Sarah continued to swallow the tiny spurts that erupted from his head until at last they stopped, but to her utter astonishment found that he was still hard. He sat up, his hands coming beneath her arms, hoisting her upward and flipping them over at the same time, his knees forcing apart her legs. It was as if his dick needed no guidance to her hole and as he lowered himself down, ramming that massive cock into her, Sarah cried out both in pain and sheer bliss of having him back inside her. "Deeper, harder, Michael..." She panted beneath him and he gave her what she asked for. Pulling his hips back and slamming them down, ramming his full length into her hot cave, his size filling her cavity beyond its capability yet Sarah accepted it time and time again. His thrusts brought her to three separate climaxes, each one more intense than the previous. Her last when he once again shot his load inside her with such force it had sent her careening over the edge of the cliff as well. Tiny white, blinding lights shot outward from behind her closed eyes, her body arching upward, taking him into her, her pussy muscles tightening and releasing as though her system was drinking in every last precious ounce of his semen. Exhausted, spent, completely gratified, Sarah hugged him to her, the dampness of his flesh making his back slick and when he tried to move away, obviously fearful of his crushing weight. Sarah felt him chuckle softly as her arms tightened around him, her legs wrapped around his hips and she jerked him back down. Determined that this time, her dream lover was not going anywhere. Sarah awoke as the alarm clock screamed insistently upon the bedside table. Her hand shot out, hitting the snooze button almost violently. She felt a weight lying atop her, her one arm and both legs wrapped around the comforting weight tightly as her eyes opened slowly, hopefully, her heart hammering inside her chest. Sarah's devastation was surreal as her eyes opened fully. Atop her was the massive body pillow her mother had given her before she had left Kentucky. It had all been a dream again and she started to cry softly, throwing off the pillow in violence and frustration. Sarah arrived for work nearly an hour late, she simply could not muster the energy nor the enthusiasm to go to work. She had literally had to force herself from the bed this morning and grab a quick shower before getting dressed and making the long trek across town to get to the office. Slamming down her briefcase, her secretary came through the door, cup of life-giving coffee in her hand, giving Sarah a woeful glance. "You look like shit." She announced and Sarah grimaced but took the pro-offered coffee from the woman's hands. "You had a nine o'clock with the head of Taylor Enterprise, you're fifteen minutes late and he's steaming." The secretary announced and Sarah's eyes widened in fear. Taylor Enterprise was one of her new company's biggest clients, they kept Sarah's firm on over a three million dollar retainer fee each and every year and had for the past twenty-five years. "Old man Taylor's probably having a seizure." Sarah stated, swallowing down the scalding coffee, already moving around her desk. "It's not old man Taylor, it's his son, Michael, and he seems to be a bit more high strung than the old man. Drop dead gorgeous but high strung." The secretary grinned. Sarah snatched up her briefcase again, shoved the half empty mug back toward her secretary and raced toward the conference room, throwing open the conference room doors with more force than she had intended. All eyes focused in her direction, all except one pair that was. A tall, broad-shouldered man stood facing the window, gazing out at the expanse of the city laid out beneath him. Sarah saw the dark hair immediately and her first thought was of her dream again last night. "Ms. Turner, you're late!" Her superior barked in anger and Sarah opened her mouth to speak but her eyes locked onto the man turning slowly from the window. Sarah's chin dropped, it felt, to her knees as a pair of smoldering dark eyes met her own liquid blue and she could have sworn she saw shock register on his face before he spoke. "Welcome, Ms. Turner, I'm glad you could make it." His voice sounded, just like her dream lover, like a warm blanket on a cold day and Sarah began to shake almost violently. "Sarah..." He stated in some concern and that was all she needed to hear, the same luscious voice from those same full, rich lips and she felt the floor coming up to meet her. "Welcome back, Ms. Turner." Sarah heard the familiar voice state as she started to awaken and opening her eyes she met those dark pools again, his lips parting in a smile, showing even, white teeth. "I..." She started, but clamped her lips tightly together in case her mouth before she made a fool of herself. The dark eyes above her stared down at her with interest, and one arched slightly. "Ms. Turner, have we met before?" He asked suddenly and Sarah's heart flipped over in her chest. "N...no, I don't think..." She started and suddenly his hands came up, reaching behind her head, pulling the clip from her hair. His sharp intake of breath as he saw her long, blond hair cascade down her back was unmistakable and the dark eyes began to smolder, just like in her dreams. Dream Lovers "It's you." He stated breathlessly. "My God, I've been dreaming about a woman that looks just exactly like you for the past two months!" He stated, unsure what was happening. "And I've been dreaming about a man that looks like you, Mr. Turner." Sarah responded honestly. "Last night, again, and she...well, let's just say I thoroughly enjoyed my dream last night." He grinned sheepishly. "So did I, Michael. And mine was incredibly sweet and incredibly filling." Sarah whispered and he nearly choked with her soft words as it sounded as though she was gently stroking his name with her tongue. "Did you dream...did you swallow..." He tried twice and could not get the words out, his eyes rounding again in disbelief. "Oh, yes, I swallowed and I want to do it again." Sarah stated boldly and those eyes flashed like lightening in her direction. "Let's get out of here." He commanded, reaching out his hand to pull her off the sofa where she had been put when she had passed out. Gasps of breaths could be heard as they exited the conference room together, hand in hand and made a b-line for the exit. Neither spoke as Michael Taylor drove them to her home and by the time they made it to the bedroom, both were completely naked and living out, for real, their combined dreams for the past two months. Dream Lovers Dream Lover - A moment on the edge of reality I was going through a very difficult time in my life, and a dear friend had gratiously offered their cabin by the lake as a retreat for me. I arrived at about noon and fixed myself a quick lunch from the cooler I had brought along. I sat on the front porch looking out over the lake as I tried to sort out the confusion racing through my head. My emotions were in turmoil from the events of the last few weeks. I was glad to get away, but the loneliness was almost painful. I first saw her as evening approached, sitting on the front porch of the small log cabin sipping her cup of tea. The late afternoon sun sparkled in her hair, and her skin had a radiant glow. As I gazed at her and drank in her beauty, I perceived a sadness in her eyes unlike any I had ever seen. I was just on the edge of the lake and she had not yet noticed my arrival. A curious mist was forming over the water on the lake as the sun settled on the horizon. I felt a chill in the air and walked back into the cabin to warm up my tea. I decided to get ready for bed and slipped into my soft flannel pajamas. The feeling of the soft fabric as it lightly carressed my breasts, caused my body to ache for the hands of a lover. Strong hands, yet gentle, that could do things to my body that I could not do for myself. As I wrapped myself in my thick robe, I felt something tugging me back out to the front porch. I saw her return to the front porch of the cabin and yearned to draw near... to drink in her beauty in the same way she was drinking her tea. Holding the cup with both hands and keeping it in contact with her lips. Taking tiny sips and savoring the soothing warmth without ever setting the cup down. I longed to be that cup... cradled in her delicate hands... nestled against her lips... but alas, I could not yet approach. As the sun dipped below the horizon, I was finally able to slowly approach the cabin. The mist off the lake was thickening and I felt as if it were calling to me. Beconning me toward the lake. 'Odd fog on the lake tonight', I thought to myself. It had been a long day and I really needed a good night's sleep. I went back into the cabin, setting my teacup by the side of sink, and heading toward the bathroom. As I brushed my hair, my nipples stiffened as the motion teased them. I smiled as I felt a quiet peace wash over me. I was so emotionally drained from recent events... it felt good to be regaining some control. I left my robe hanging on the hook on the back of the bathroom door and headed off to bed. I watched her through the partially open window as she pulled back the old quilt and slid between the cotton sheets. She pulled the quilt over herself and hugged the second pillow. I felt her tugging at my spirit as if she were a magnet... beconning me to approach. It had been so long since I had felt the warmth of a woman's body... carressed the delicate skin... felt it respond to my touch. My eyes were barely open as I felt a peaceful slumber settling over me. That curious mist off the lake was drifting in through the open window as I closed my eyes. I felt a gentle wisp of air brush, no almost carress my cheek. The air in the room was becoming heavy... I felt it pressing against me... moving over my body. I shifted my position onto my back as I felt myself pushing the quilt to the side of the bed. The sensation was so unique and exciting as the heavy air carressed my body. It moved down and seemed to urge my legs to spread as the carresses became more focussed. I cupped my breasts with my hands and played with my nipples as I felt myself growing increasingly wet in my most private place. She spread her legs at my urging, and I felt the moist heat and the delicate fragrance filling my senses. Distant memories were being awakened as I pressed myself against her body... yearning for those memories to become real once again. As I felt her hips beggin to undulate beneath me, my senses were hightened. Then something so dreadful happened... she reached out to embrace me. 'NO!' my mind screamed, 'Please don't try to touch me... not yet.' The sensation was becoming so real that I felt a presence in the room that almost startled me. I reached out to embrace my dream lover, but as I did he quickly vanished. I openned my eyes to see the mist withdrawing through the open window. I lept to my feet and cried, "Please don't leave me!" In the glowing moonlight, I saw the mist returning to the shore of the lake, and felt a deep sorrow pierce my soul. ************ I slept very little as my mind attempted to sort out what had just happened. As much as I tried, I could not recapture that feeling. Was there really someone or something there with me or was it all a dream? How could the mist off the lake touch me in such an intimate way? The one thing I knew for sure was that it had vanished the moment I reached out. I was determined that I would not repeat that dreadful mistake. The next evening, I attempted to recreate the exact conditions that were present the night before. I had a cup of tea on the porch... even going so far as to use the same cup and drinking the same type of tea. I wore the same pajamas and robe... I was careful not to look directly at the mist rolling in off the lake. I duplicated the evening to the finest detail. In bed, I waited for my dream lover to return. My heart yearned for his gentle touch. My breasts rose and fell with each breath... nipples reaching for that magnificant sensation... but there was nothing. I sobbed, "I'm so sorry. Please forgive me and return to me my love." There was no answer and eventually I cried myself to sleep. The next day was spend in a daze. Time passed so slowly. I was so exhausted that when evening arrived, I simple went straight to bed. As I was dozing off, I felt that familiar wisp of air against my cheek. I carefully drew back the quilt, and opened myself to his advances. Once again that heavy feeling pressed against me... down along my body... parting my legs with a faint nudge. I felt a light tugging at the waist band of my pajama pants, but not strong enough to move them. Being so careful to not reach upwards, I slid my pants down and pushed them off completely. I was now fully exposed as the carressing resumed. Delicate fingers danced over my skin and dove into the steaming place between my legs. So open now... giving myself completely to my lover. I focused on the sensations as my lovers touch became more urgent and real. I kept my hands under my pillow... fingers laced together... determined not to reach out and spoil this moment. I missed seeing her on the front porch this evening. I approached the cabin with trepidation... was she still here? had I frightened her away? As I peered in through the open window, I once again beheld the lover of my dreams... saw her delicate skin in the pale moonlight. I approached her... her beauty giving me the strength I needed to once again attempt to regain some physical form. I pressed against her yielding body and her openness invited my in. My fingers played over her flesh... my body taking form. I could feel a stiffening that I had not felt for a very long time. The feelings were unlike anything I had ever felt... so delicate, but also so intense... they defied definition. I felt a heavy form pressing against my breasts teasing my nipples. I felt a presence between my legs... no a form... a stiffening form pressing against my dripping pussy. Stroking up and down... rubbing my clit... imparting such magical impulses as every nerve of my being was being excited. The form thicked and lengthened as it began to press into me. My pussy yielding to it's advances as I felt a powerful stroking that thrilled me to the very depths of my being. My form was solidifying as my cock pounded into her... her body yielding in such a way that I continued to draw energy from her. She kept her hands hidden and her eyes so tightly shut that wrinkles were forming on her brow... beads of sweet perspiration dripping down her cheeks mingling with her tears of joy. I felt her pussy grasp my cock with such force as her body began to quiver. A moan started deep within her that built to a loud groan... My body and my cock hardened as a vibration started in the core of my soul and moved outward until I groaned out loud. The pounding of my dream lover continued, becoming more real with every powerful thrust. He was drawing energy from the passion flowing between us... flowing from me into him. I felt myself being drained completely, then filled again... over and over... building to such a crescedo... greater that any symphony ever composed. An orgasm gripped us as our bodies and souls melted into one. A single orgasm shared by both as his cock filled me to overflowing. Our hearts beating in unison... I felt such a wave of passion fill my body as my cock erupted... filling her completely. I breathed in... air filling my lungs... heart beating in unison with hers. I felt my skin against hers... felt sweat dripping onto her... I breathed again more deeply... feeling the air rushing through my nostrils... carrying with it the sweet fragrance of my lover. Another breath and I felt myself able to speak... "Thank you my Love!" His voice resounded through the cabin. Our bodies were still joined as our passion slowed. He rolled off me, then pulled me over... one hand drawing my body to his... the other hand guiding my face until our lips met. One deep wet kiss, then I heard him speak again. "Gaze upon me, my Love... let me drink in your beauty as our eyes meet. Let me feel your hands on my flesh." I opened my eyes and gazed upon him. Then at his continued urging, brought my hands out to feel the warmth of his flesh... to explore his body with my fingertips. "I love you my darling. Thank you for bringing me back to life." "I love you... I will always love you."